The day has arrived
spirits of our fathers
sitting on the terraces
watching our doings
Our elders are greedy
they are blinded by money
they are rolling in corruption
yet, our fathers spirits remain silence
Our elders slur themselves
sly smiles they present us
we kept mute like
our fathers spirits
At the sunset
the weaks came and
gone with our fathres labour
yet, their spirits keep silence
The night comes
the moon
the stars
they refuse to visit us
A poltergeist bring us doom
obviously, the devil
indeed, a gloomy state
everyone is
luckily, our fathers spirits vow
to give us a hero tomorrow
yes, tomorrow
for all is gone for today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so nicely writen poem ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! i love my dad too as every one do